Madame Chrysantheme — Volume 3 by Pierre Loti
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We are compelled to let several English sailors pass before us, decked
out in their white drill clothes, fresh, fat, and pink, like little sugar figures, who attitudinize in a sheepish manner around the shafts of the columns. At last it is our turn; Chrysantheme settles herself slowly in a very affected style, turning in the points of her toes as much as possible, according to the fashion. And on the negative shown to us we look like a supremely ridiculous little family drawn up in a line by a common photographer at a fair. CHAPTER XLVI GRAVE SUSPICIONS September 13th. Tonight Yves is off duty three hours earlier than I; occasionally this happens, according to the arrangement of the watches. At those times he lands first, and goes up to wait for me at Diou-djen-dji. From the deck I can see him through my glass, climbing up the green mountain-path; he walks with a brisk, rapid step, almost running; what a hurry he seems in to rejoin little Chrysantheme! When I arrive, about nine o'clock, I find him seated on the floor, in the |
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